Am I your Eve or your Lilith; your subordinate or your insubordinate? Will you misuse my love to create a subservient being, thus making me run for the desolate hills beyond our cosy walls, threatening everyone in my wake? Or will we form a bond which cannot be broken, even after temptation gets the better of us?
Am I a demon, or just a wo-man; destined to ruin your future relationships or be your future relationship? Light or dark; good or bad; the creator or the destroyer? Positive constantly precursors negative: why is that? For without one, there is no other – they were formed together. For that is the law of polarity, is it not? Day and night; heaven and hell; male and female. A night demon, a lover of the Angel of Death, a woman. Coincidence?
Would it have been a different story if ha-adam had been chosen? I guess there may not have been a death. But how can one outwit a trickster? With mistakes comes knowledge – even Edison knew. But who knows all? Surely He would have intervened. Or did we do right through our wrong; carry on down a freshly dug out path which had to be walked, no matter who by?
Was it all one? For we are all one – of that I am certain: together we could create something magical.